The argument of Richard Whelan, where the soldiers were attacked because they called attention to hidden enemies, is pretty much acceptable. This based on the photo of the soldiers holding their rifles up and the data of not much going on in Cerro Muriano. However, because this was an area that was at war, we can accept the idea of hidden enemies waiting to attack.
In my opinion Capa’s photograph is not staged and Whelan proves this in many ways, like by proving that Capa was in Cerro Muriano by comparing photos by Namuth and Reisner to Capa’s photos where same people were shown in the three photographers’ photos. Another important proof of this is the hand of the falling soldier, that appears curled toward the palm. This makes me think that if the photo was staged this soldier’s hand would break at that moment because his body would fall on top of his hand. I do think that the authenticity of the photos of the falling soldier matters because it shows the world the face of war in a deep way, by showing how people fight and are prepared to lose their lives for their rights.
“Crazy About her Shrimp” by Charles Simic is a poem that describes the experiences of a couple in an evening. They are crazy in love. This couple are not only in love with each other but also, in love with food. The most amazing part is that they both share the same fascination for food. Simic, described all the fun they have in the kitchen and how much fun they have with each other while cooking. I really like this poem because I like to relate a good experience with food too, and a good experience with love. After reading this poem, when this couple is sharing the same passion for food, it makes the experiences of food greater.
Any vegetable is the food that I cannot live without. I love their colors, flavors, and textures. I am not vegetarian yet they account for a big percentage of my diet.
What I found really fascinating about the Civil War soldier’s diet was, how coffee was almost like an indispensable weapon to fight. And not only gave them strength to fight, keep them alive in battle, but also the sentimental attachment by consider coffee the only warm thing they had. I relate to this feeling for coffee of the soldiers, with my personal love for coffee. A cup of black coffee for me is a throwback in time when I was nine years old and I waited every morning and afternoon for a sip of coffee from my grandma’s cup. Always dark, hot, and sweet.
I took this picture a month ago, in the island Holbox, located in the peninsula north of Yucatan, Mexico. I was walking in the streets and a big box full of red bright balls with hair, caught my attention. The only thing I wanted to do was touch those red little balls with spines that looked sharp yet, were soft. In my hands felt like thick hair and when I opened and I ate one, it was smooth, sweet, and white color. In the center it had a white seed. This fruit is calls Rambutans and is really similar to lychee, however is not lychee.